G D Pack your bags me Johnny lad, your easy days are over, G It's time that you were on your way, to be a Christmas soldier, C Leave behind the mistletoe and goodwill to all men, G D G Kiss the children as you go off to war again.

2. Orders from on high decree you must be on your way, For years you've done your duty that's how you earn your pay, Save the children from starving stop the civil war, Die for peace til orders cease and you come home once more.

Chorus C G And your loved ones will be missing you until the war is over, D G Their tears will flow but you won't know, as winter nights grow colder, C A photograph while were apart, a rifle on your shoulder, G D G This is the price that you must pay, to be a Christmas soldier.

3. There are no words of comfort to help you on your way, Just kisses for the children as we wipe our tears away, As you set sail or fly away to serve across the sea, Stand tall and do your duty by those who would be free.

4. For somewhere in Afghanistan or fighting in Iraq, Our fathers, sons and daughters, some might not be coming back, And on a Christmas morning in a desert far away, I hope your star shines brightly on a soldier's Christmas Day.